March 11th
 Oh
horror of horrors, and may the kind blessings of Bubastis protect me! I
went in this morning for the usual spot of salmon and pampering and
guess what a horrible sight met my poor shocked eyes! The kussi woman
has brought along two filthy little orphaned catletts from somewhere!
They look about six to eight weeks old and were tumbling about like
little furry meatballs in the living room and I could see Pitchy looking
through the balcony windows with that fixed expression he gets when he
is getting ready to kill something.
Of course, I don’t approve of cattibalism on principle, but in the
circumstances I feel it might certainly be the strategic and practical
thing to do. Our young master can certainly not afford to feed two more
cat gobs with the current recession (poor fellow has already delayed his
marriage about three years as he cannot save up enough for a half decent
ceremony what with us eating him out of house and home) and these two
will certainly result in our salmon being rationed. Misery. What to do!
March 13th
I am seriously worried now, she does not seem to be affected by their
inconsiderate pooping and the smell in here.
Pitchy tried to swallow them once or twice but got severely
chastised. Instead of getting rid of them, the Mistress makes cooing
noises and says “sin, aney” and feeds them out of her plate.
 I
am so jealous I could claw the sofa to shreds. I think that’s what I
will do pretty soon. Grrrrrr.
March 15th
I know I should not be so smug , but sometimes the smirking actually
aches...the two Precious Darlings have been answering the call of
nature, all over the living room and mistress Hacketty was on her
STOMACH this evening with the Kussi Woman nearby passing damp newspaper
blobs dipped in detergent, trying to reach a spot below the provision
cupboard.
This has a crawl space of about two and a half inches and they really
could not have picked a worse place to do this in the whole house,
except perhaps in the laundry basket.
With any luck she will be heartily fed up of their nonsense and go
and keep them near some temple.
I hope I was never a kitten, that’s a really horrible thought if any. |
